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Topic: Quest for the lute of Panthyar (Read 3545 times)

(OOC) Okay, so this is my first freeform post EVER, and I would appreciate it if all you roleplaying vets out there could give me your (constructive) criticism. I need all the help I can get, so feel free to add posts that might strengthen the plot/characters. Thanx!

There has been a rumor circulating around the town of Khoresca that someone is gathering a group of bounty hunters together for a quest. A quest for some great and powerful object. What it is, no one can really say for sure, but this is fresh news in a sleepy town, so naturally everyone's curiosity has been aroused.

What no one knows about the object is that it is the ancient Lute of Panthyar, similar in power to an alchemist's stone. The great warrior king, Nodros, had the lute especially made for himself by a specialist team of alchemists, thaumaturgists, and highly skilled metal workers.Once wrought, the Lute had the power to turn battles in the favor of one side, or give a life prolonging elixir, depending upon which notes were played in a certain succesion. Nodros did not use the Lute to give himself a longer life, but instead to become one of the land's greatest warrior kings ever. The last time the Lute was seen was when Nodros rode into his last battle with it.Nodros was old, and not as strong as he once had been. He was killed, but when people searched for his Lute, it was nowhere to be found. Some say he buried it midway into the battle, wanting to die a warrior's death without anyone finding his precious Lute. Others say that his fair daughter, Ghwynn, who was alway by his side in battle, managed to escape, and hide it in her impenetrable castle in the far lands of Nona-Al-Hasun.

The town tavern, the Crippled Frog, is practically buzzing with the news. You are a skilled bounty hunter, and have blown into town in search of a job. You have not heard the latest gossip, but you soon will hear the story firsthand. As you sit at the bar, on your third pint of mead, a shadowy figure in a cloak sits down in the seat next to you. The hood is up so you cannot see the person's face, but a hissed converation is started by the figure.

"Looking for a job?"

You nod.

"I have heard of your skills, and am in need of your...services. The price is 300 shekels to start, 700 more if you manage to live through the journey, and you also get thirty percent of the booty. You in?"

You nod your head once more in assent.

"Good, meet me by the stables one hour before daybreak.Bring whatever equipment you need, and enough food and water to last for several months."

The shadowy figure then leaves you to your mead.

(OOC: If anyone finds this post to be a bit too similar to another one, please let me know. Plagiarism is not my bag.)

OOC: Um, You should try to refrain from ordaining any one characters actions. It is frowned upon to say the least. If I were you, I would have a poster or flier detailing the meeting place and time, or you could always set it up so that a bartender knows the details. Everybody always meets in a tavern or bar anyway, so that is usually a safe bet. You could even mention how it was well known in the town that the bartender carried information of bounties and stuff. It practically ensures that somebody will approach him. Anyway, thats my three cents

IC:

Serraph eyed a dark figure in a cloak approach one of Serraphs new prospects. The man sitting down was a bounty hunter who had just entered the town. The man looked promising, and Serraph had been keeping an eye on him for some time now. The dark figure in the cloak however was anybody's guess. Serraph had not seen the man before today, although he himself had only been here a week. The man practically gave himself away, the way he kept his hood up like that. He might as well have been setting off fireworks and yelling "Pay attention to me!" at the top of his lungs.

Nobody else seemed to notice however. Serraph thought about following the man, but finally decided against it. He would find out about him by other means, and until then, would wait.

The dark figure had brought good news to the bounty hunter, or so it seemed. The mans expression seemed to light up ever so subtley. Most would not have even noticed the change in expression on the mans face, it was that slight, however, it was there, and Serraph had caught it...

(If and when anybody replies to this post, do not look at me or suddenly notice the man looking at you or something along those lines. Let me have my entrance and i will let you have yours.

Besides, for all you know, my character is looking at you through a crystal ball.)

[OOC] Read up this character at the NPC section or he will be confusing, blah blah blah blah blah. Same stuff I say every time I enter a thread with this character, Nobody knows.

IC: Tython walked into the bar, making sure no body part was showing under his grey hooded robe. He appeared to be a hunch back, although he was more then that. The last thing he wanted was for the sober to see his tarneshed body. He sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of rum.

" Barkeep, why would a small town bar be so full of mercs and bounty hunters I wonder." "Ah, some sort of treasure or another, you know how these types of people are, vile and crued. You sound strange chap, you alright.?" " I'm fine" Tython said, his voice now rasp, as it was every time he drank rum. " This rum has unique effects on me, a family curse I should say." Tython stayed in the bar for a few more hours before he went out the door, a little drunk and alot happier. Then, as he was about to leave the town limits, he tripped. A woman saw his fall, and his features. Tython ran haphazardly away as the woman screamed out 'Demon, help, Demon!'

Tython cursed his luck "d**n, in a town full of bounty hunters no doubt." He feared he may not live through the night.

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"Impossible is just a word to make everyone feel better about giving up"- Dragoon God

So sorry about the bossy thing, I just didn't know how else to introduce the offer and the shadowy figure. Thank you very much Ancient Gamer for your three cents, and Dragoon God, I found your subtle criticisms very humorous. Thank you again, and I will try to remedy these mistakes once I have the chance.

A Demon! @#$%^&*!!! How many times was he supposed to have to run into those cursed things. Well this time there was no reward in it for him. There was no money, There was no prize, and his life was not at stake, as it usually turned out to be.

In other words, who cared. It was not his problem if a demon was in town.

Tython ran at full speed. He was drunk, but still agile. He finally collapsed on the roof of a small building. He saw a huge crowd pass by, but knew theywould not give in. And I still need to investigate he thought to himself. Then he went to sleep. When he awoke he found himself bound with chains. He was in the forest. "Crap!"

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"Impossible is just a word to make everyone feel better about giving up"- Dragoon God